Residential Rehab

Robert, my GC, is still on vacation this week which creates a stressful dynamic in the renovation process. There were quite a few responses to questions that started with "I think what he meant is...

The Kenwood house is moving like a freight train right now. We're on our second week jacking up the floors - this is not something that is done in a day, the house is a century old so we have to inch up the floors...

After biking home from the Kenwood house today, I decided to move the car into our brand new spankin' parking space behind my building. As I was pulling out of our parallel parking spot on the curb, a car at the stop sign decided he...

I cannot tell you how many of the million (or 7) GCs that I've met over the past few months have said "Drawings look pretty on paper, but don't always show what's really happening." This was a particularly annoying statement following a demand that I...

Well, we finally made it. Renovations started on the Kenwood house this week! We have "Polish highlanders" handling demolition (my GC was very impressed by this). My main man, Wesley, spent over an hour walking through the house with myself and my GC reviewing the drawings...

So, I was driving to get yet another iPhone 5 fixed today when I received a peculiar phone call from one of my sub-contractors asking about an invitation he received from a team member outside of my company about a client meeting that I have...

So, a few weeks ago one of my favorite brokers in Chicago called me with an off-market listing (by the way, any broker that comes to you with off-market listings is a broker you keep close). After maybe 15 seconds of introduction, I knew exactly...

So, I was attending a non-politically correct themed party for Independence Day weekend and met someone who was taking his broker's exam next week in hopes to begin "flipping" houses *cringe*. He seemed very excited about his new venture and asked me some questions about...

We are in week 4 of the Kenwood house! Similar to week 3, the house is still empty. No clanging, hammers, body odor, crude jokes, or cigarette butts. I'll tell you what's not empty - the mailbox. It's filled with bills! A month of holding...